A red dragon claw pressed down on Jonavili's head, her tone unfriendly.
"Tell me, where did you get these silver and copper coins?"
Jonavili quickly recovered, putting on an innocent look.
"Awooo~ Awoo~"
Looking at this foolish display, Furiel fell silent; this white dragon couldn't even speak draconic, making communication far too difficult.
But she soon realized something was wrong; if this white wyrmling was truly of low intelligence, how could she have thought to hide things?
Furthermore, looking at her white scales which revealed a slight metallic luster, Furiel began to have deep doubts about her identity.
The fiery red dragon head leaned close to Jonavili, trying to see something through those crystal blue pupils.
Jonavili felt uncomfortable being stared at and instinctively tried to turn her head away, but a strong claw pinned her in place.
"Don't move. If you move again, don't blame me for being rough."
Jonavili could only stare back at her. Just as she was feeling immense pressure, the white dragon genes in her body kicked in.
Jonavili instinctively opened her dragon muzzle and licked Furiel with her pink tongue, putting on a look of pure innocence.
Furiel froze, falling into doubt over this sudden action.
Was she wrong?
Could it be that she was just following the chromatic dragon instinct for greed and had tucked the treasure into her scales?
After a standoff lasting nearly half an hour, Furiel slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, released her grip on Jonavili, walked back to her spot, and lay down.
Internally, Jonavili breathed a massive sigh of relief. Fortunately, she didn't crack under pressure and maintained that clear, stupid gaze typical of a white dragon, otherwise this red dragon really would have noticed something.
The white wyrmling rolled over and returned to her sleeping spot. She glanced at Furiel, etched this debt into her heart, and slowly closed her eyes.
The third day arrived quickly. Since Jonavili hadn't eaten her fill last time, her sleep was relatively short.
Upon opening her eyes, she found Furiel still fast asleep.
Moving her dragon claws, she walked out of the cave and flew toward the Buzau Plains.
Shortly after she left, Furiel slowly opened her dragon eyes.
Her red dragon body slowly stood up. A sense of strangeness always surrounded her heart, and the source was Jonavili.
After placing all the silver and copper coins she had snatched from Jonavili at the deepest part of the cave, Furiel walked outside.
Spreading her fiery red wings, she followed quietly.
'Damn it, that despicable red dragon actually dared to steal my treasures. Once I grow up, I will definitely pin you down and snatch your treasures away one by one right in front of your face.'
Having already reached the Buzau Plains, Jonavili clenched her claws tightly, but the sharp pang of hunger in her stomach pulled her back to reality.
'Forget it, I should fill my stomach first. Let's see, what should I eat today?'
Her crystal blue dragon eyes scanned the herds of animals below and the magical beasts watching the sky warily.
Suddenly, Jonavili's eyes lit up as she spotted a decent prey.
'I wonder how gnus taste.'
With that, she adjusted her flight, diving down like a sharp arrow.
For animals that hadn't evolved into magical beasts, Jonavili didn't even deign to use her dragon breath.
Following their animal instincts, the herd of gnus sensed a predator was targeting them.
They looked around but couldn't find the predator's figure.
"Awooo!"
A cute roar of a hungry dragon came from the sky. Just as they looked up, they saw the white wyrmling right in front of them.
It was too late to run. Jonavili pounced on the largest gnu, while the others fled in terror.
There was nothing they could do; the pressure Jonavili exerted was simply too strong. The absolute bloodline suppression of a top-tier race made even the thought of resistance a luxury for them.
Soon, the sturdy adult gnu slowly lost its life in Jonavili's mouth.
Her white dragon muzzle released the neck it was biting, and she began to feast greedily.
But as she chewed, Jonavili felt something was off. After swallowing the gnu meat, she looked the food up and down.
'Why does this taste so bad? No, it's not exactly bad, it just feels like it's lacking flavor compared to the meat of magical beasts.'
'Should I go hunt another one?'
The white dragon head scanned the surroundings and found that the nearby animals had already fled miles away.
'Forget it, I'll just make do with this for now and hunt a magical beast later.'
Muttering to herself, Jonavili continued eating.
Not far away, a red wyrmling was watching Jonavili's direction intently.
From the hunt until now, she hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary.
Following instinct to kill directly, and continuing to eat even if the meat of ordinary animals wasn't as good as magical beast meat—this perfectly matched the foolish intelligence of a white dragon.
'Strange...'
Furiel began to wonder if she really was overthinking things.
She looked at Jonavili again, silently counting in her heart, and quickly looked away just as she was about to reach "three."
Dragons were extremely sensitive to the feeling of being watched. Most true dragons would definitely notice after being stared at for three seconds.
Some true dragons with even sharper senses would notice the very moment someone looked at them.
Jonavili's next two hunts after finishing her meal also concluded under Furiel's secret observation.
During this period, Furiel found nothing unusual, which slowly dispelled the thoughts in her mind.
'It seems I really was overthinking. This stupid dragon must have found some adventurer's belongings somewhere and instinctively tucked the silver coins into her scales.
Besides, if she were truly smart, she wouldn't have chosen to bring the treasure back to the dragon nest where the risk of me finding it was too high; she would have hidden it away.
Yes, that's right. That must be it. Ahahaha~ I, Furiel, am simply too clever.'
Having convinced herself, Furiel prepared to go reward her own stomach.
Time passed slowly, and three months flew by in a flash.
During this time, Jonavili would occasionally go to the goblin cave to check on little Fanni's mood. After all, the young girl stayed in the same space as those white-scaled goblins every day, watching them procreate, which was... well, quite inhumane.
Meanwhile, the white-scaled goblin population had grown from a few to over sixty. After all, goblins naturally reproduced very quickly, and with the draconic inheritance strengthening them, their performance in that area... well, in short, the work of mining the iron ore vein had officially begun.
As for where the mined iron ore was stored, that wasn't something Jonavili needed to worry about.
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